Paroles de An enemy led the tempest

As pride precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewallOf dissonant choirs whose faith in oneWas embraced in this wraith whose fate was hungBetween forgiveness and the damage done

An electric scent over drear decayLent a violent surge to their serenadesThrough white glades as his winged paradeBent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

Within vast skies unversed in starknessHis might grewAnd blew light hues to grayAnd worse, a third of stars to darkness

Then thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening nightA line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throats of thievesAs love fell choked, the tempest broke from heaven's farthest shoreDescending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war

He would not heel nor fake a bowMurmur curses to the windEnraged, he raved in a balrog howlsUpon a storm firstborn of sin

And where once bliss reigned so sereneIn sweeter gladesNow veins ran openlyLike eyes that shied from kindred ashes

When suddenly there shone a hideous lightAnd a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speechThou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for this grave mistakeHow thou art falling morning sun

The proud will be abased

He would not heelNor fake a bowMurmur curses to the windAnd lo the wrath of god swept down

Thou art no more an angel filled with lightBut a leech to be abhorredAnd thou shalt suffer my burning willQuoth this raven nevermore

Never fucking more

And with these words like heavy stone cast against that gilded throneWith many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to fleeHis eyes a picture of distaste, dawn to tears and in their placeThe dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity

I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravinesTo sluice away the guilt that slithered like a serpent tongue to eveFor once as i in heaven climbed too high for truth to truly seeMy sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie that fool was me

Alone and cold, face to the crackBeyond dark gates with no way backHis crown of gold faded to blackLike a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With thrill-killCulture shock wave lengthsOf rope to hang highTen commandments by snaked about his upraised fingers